She cunningly avoided direct contact and yet lingered near. It drove me mad. When the last guest but me had left and the sounds from the kitchen had d...ed down, I heard a back door fall shut. The kitchen lights went out and she appeared behind the bar, a keyring jingling. Wordless, with her special faint smile she walked to the entrance door and locked it from the inside. She turned around and faced me. Our eyes locked. Slowly, step for step she neared the table where I was sitting, each step of. We carried on for a few more games before calling it a night.After getting ready for bed, Brad came by the room and told me to come to his room in an hour; he had something to show me. I had no idea what he was going to show me, but I wasn’t prepared for what I walked into; that’s for sure.As I approached his door, it wasn’t closed all the way, so I just pushed into the room. I found Brad with a small lamp on next to his bed, a pile of magazines next to him and him beating off with one hand and. No, I don't wear them, I like to jack-off into them, no, wait, that's wrong, I LOVE to jack-off into them. Right into the crotch. Right where my cum belongs. Oh, look there's worse things, right?So, I am laying on my bed, hand on cock rubbing away on my third orgasm, a pair of my sister's panties ready to catch my escaping love offering, surrounded by dozens of pairs of my sister's panties which I've filched over time, when I look up and all four of them are walking in on me right in mid-cum.. Because old habits die hard, during this period, our exploits were again eagerly shared and feverishly gossiped.Ultimately, however, the sad day arrived when Terry moved to a city a thousand miles away. As you would expect, although we were in frequent phone and computer contact, our one on one interaction was sorely missed. Because of this, I commenced planning a week-long break to visit him, and soon all our plans were in place.I would depart early on a Saturday morning; spend the night in a.